The person who narrates this book (sometimes called Piranesi by a guy he calls "The Other") lives in a large House of hundreds of rooms, corridors, and courtyards, many of which are filled with statues, birds, water, and even clouds. By his reckoning, he and The Other are the only living people in the labyrinthine House, though there are several Dead that predate his time there.
Structured as a journal of his days in the House, Piranesi is an atmospheric, haunting tale of a liminal space and a man who has mentally adapted to living there — though whether those adaptations are healthy or sane or pitiable was a key point of discussion for the Orcs & Aliens earlier this week. It wasn't cheerful, and the statues were super creepy, but I loved the small window into this man's world, and I really think that I'll be ruminating on this book for a long time yet.
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